The sun doesn’t rise everyday - for some
Unpredictability
Binds us
Worries with weight
A plane crash
Waiting to happen
A landslide
Or ocean wave
Crushing
Sweeping us away
Out of control
Free falling
Searching for security
Stable ground
But all that's left
Is ruin
Devastation
Failed breath
And body
Too weak
To stand
Again
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